Serafina was quick to ignore the pragmatic tone from the lupine, offering the female only the smallest of scoffs before she led the woman into her home. The young witch hardly dwindled within the threshold of her world, content only with the silence that existed there within, silence that assured her that her mentor had either fallen asleep or had business elsewhere for the night. She certainly didn't dawdle within her hallway, trusting only in her curt tone to express her dislike of having to further clean up after the mutt that she'd already been forced to drag home. The woman's exclamation that she had nailed the task at hand was the only one that caused Serafina to glance up, her fair feminine features showing only the smallest look of satisfaction. For some reason, one that Serafina neither knew or recognized, she trusted the gangly wolf. Their relationship, whatever it was, had been forged in the depths of what was truly a life or death moment. If they could withstand an attach from a dark hunter, surely whatever else life threw at her would be a walk in the park....not that Serafina was considering any kind of future exchanges with the woman beyond the simple task of fixing what she'd broken.

The witch had turned quite pointedly back towards the work bench in front of her, willing enough to ignore the wolf now that it was her turn to play her part within their play for the night. She was in the process of carefully cutting the chamomile she'd collected only hours ago when the wolf's voice interrupted her, causing her paring knife to slip. "Fuck." The exclamation came unbidden to her lips as she quickly stuck her bleeding finger into her mouth. Ugh, was this really the karma she got for actually making an effort to help someone? Seriously? A small frown marred her features as she pulled her finger from her lip, a disgruntled look given at the slit in her skin. Atleast she was already making a healing salve. With a small shrug she picked up her knife once again, setting herself back to her task at hand as she replied. "I owe you. Had you not attacked him the moment he shot, I would have been dead." Serafina paused, adding in a hushed grumbling tone, "Mind you, had you not been trapped in the first place I wouldn't have run across him but....semantics."

The girl shifted from one herb to the next, mixing them all together into some wet, green....mush. She turned towards the wolf with the bowl in her hand, immediately plunging her wounded finger within it. "It's going to make you sleepy but, you'll feel loads better tomorrow." She commented with her best bright, bed side behavior. Fearlessly she stepped next to the woman, taking a large glob of the mixture and placing it with a soft thud upon the wolf's shoulder. Serafina put no thought towards the small slender of silver that mixed within the red blood of the wolf's shoulder. All that she paid any attention to within that moment was slathering the paste over her wounds until every inch was covered, oblivious entirely of the magic she was unintentionally working.

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